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WHOM THE LORD LOVETH.
His heart's best idols crumbled to decay,
And seeming friends grew frigid and unkiud;
But still for every love which he resigned
Another angel hovered around his way,
Whom the Lord loveth.
And seeming friends grew frigid and unkiud;
But still for every love which he resigned
Another angel hovered around his way,
Whom the Lord loveth.
The many look upon him scornfully,
And mockers laugh, and scoff his patient faith,
Yet not one harsh repaying word he saith;
For always meek and pitiful is he
Whom the Lord loveth.
And mockers laugh, and scoff his patient faith,
Yet not one harsh repaying word he saith;
For always meek and pitiful is he
Whom the Lord loveth.
His worn feet grope through thorns, in shadows dim,
Red spots, which are not roses, mark his way,
Yet oft, as hovering wings around him play,
A crown-like halo lights the brow of him
Whom the Lord loveth.
Red spots, which are not roses, mark his way,
Yet oft, as hovering wings around him play,
A crown-like halo lights the brow of him
Whom the Lord loveth.
O strong in faith and love! all needlessly
My lips essay to cheer thy martyrdom;
Thou hast a sure reward,—and till it come
Let me embrace thy feet, and learn of thee
Whom the Lord loveth.
My lips essay to cheer thy martyrdom;
Thou hast a sure reward,—and till it come
Let me embrace thy feet, and learn of thee
Whom the Lord loveth.
